The sky hung low, heavy clouds of the rainy season shrouded the heavens, obscuring the midday sun. Lake Texcoco lacked its usual shimmering waves, only small boats hurriedly departing, evading the possible downpour. In the expansive Lake Capital City, there was neither wind nor rain, as if frozen in the deep, silent earth. The magnificent Great Temple cast its shadow over the Heavenly River, standing still like the mountains, silently floating like the Dark Sea.
The towering Chief Palace was located next to the magnificent Great Temple. The divine drapes hung low without wind, twisting the figure of the Chief Divine, leaning against the wall. The divine murals were dull and dim, blurring the visage of the Chief Divine, sinking deeply into the corners... Everything today seemed to carry a dark omen.
"Has the sky...darkened?"
